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It was hot, but not just hot. Humid. Dylan could feel the moisture in the air, making him feel sticky, uncomfortable even. His skin wasn't exactly suited to these conditions, he could feel new freckles developing as he sat in front of the lake, but it was a better option than staying inside. He'd never admit it, but being stuck within four walls had him with little better to do than sit in his own brain, and his thoughts weren't a place he was currently happy staying. Instead, he'd gotten out.
He'd left in such a hurry he hadn't brought the bare essentials though, and he was about to cuss himself out rather floridly before he noticed another man walking along, noting the dark curly hair, rather similar to his own. "Hey," he said, hand shielding his eyes from the sunlight, holding out the cigarette in his hand to demonstrate his point. "You got a lighter I can use?"
